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“What kind of sick fuck are you?”

“I don’t think I’m sick. I’m just testin’ out a product,” he replies with a shrug.

“On people who don’t want it.”

“As I said, there’s a difference in the reaction between those who want it and those who don’t.”

“If you already know that, then why do you need me to take it?”

“Research, darlin’. I like to sell a quality product. I like to know what the general reaction is to it. That’s where you come in.”

“I’ll never take it,” I tell him, keeping my chin up and my head high. He’ll have to force me to take it.

“I have my ways, darlin’. You’ll take it one way or another.”

“What about side effects?”

“There are none aside from bein’ extremely horny. Which is why I have men on hand for you.”

“So I’ll be a whore?”

“No. You won’t be. They know it’s the drugs and nothin’ more. They know there is nothin’ more between the two of you than just what you need. It’s a sort of service if you need to think of it that way.

“A service? You’re a sick bastard.”

“Call it what you want, but you’ll be beggin’ for cock, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think so. I know my body better than that.” At least, I hope I do. I won’t let him degrade me into begging for sex. That isn’t going to happen. I’m stronger than that. I can handle whatever he throws my way.

“I know what you’re thinkin’, and you’re wrong. You’re not gonna want to control it. You’re gonna want to use it to your advantage. It’s how the drug works. It puts you in charge. The men are helpless. If you’d rather get yourself off in front of them, then do it. They don’t even have to touch you.”

“I don’t have to have sex with them?” I ask him for some clarification.

“No. Never. You don’t have to have sex with any of them.”

Now, that’s something else entirely. Maybe I can handle the effects of the drug if I don’t have to have sex with them. I don’t want to have sex with random men. That’s not who I am. I’m not that person.

“Everything will be on your terms, Addison. Who you fuck, if you fuck. It’s all on you.”

I sit and let that settle in. I think I can handle that. I think I can fight the effects of the drugs he’s going to pump into my system.

I watch Free stand from the bed and walk over to the dresser. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the pile of clothes on the floor and then drops his pants. I watch as he pulls a pair of shorts on before turning back to me. His muscles are pulled tight across his abs, and I can’t help but look. He chuckles and walks over, climbing on the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to sleep. It’s my room, remember?”

“Why do I have to share a bed with you?”

“You don’t. Floor is open.”

“Are you kidding me? At least in the cells, I had my own bed.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. We don’t have those lovely accommodations here.” With that, he rolls onto his side and falls asleep.

Chapter 6

Free

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